Chapter Thirty-Four: The God General Fights the Golden Dragon
A bright and bright moon hangs high in the endless dark night sky. The blue-black Beast King Mountain looks even more mysterious under the moonlight. The creeping giant beast has already revealed its sharp claws.
There is a unique small thatched cottage among the high mountains. There is a round stone table in the open space in front of the door. There is a simple teapot on the table. Two men are tasting the amber liquid in the cup. The difference is the fragrance in the teapot.
Tea was replaced by fine wine.
"Brother, don't you really want to go down the mountain and have some fun?" Qionghong asked casually, playing with the white jade wine glass in his hand.
"I think, I'm afraid it's coming to an end now, is it possible for me to clean up the battlefield now?" Liu Qiankun raised his head and poured all the wine in the cup into his mouth, with a hint of depression in his words.
"Haha, no rush, no rush!" Qiong Hong raised his head and burst into laughter. The laughter rippled far away and echoed in the mountains.
...Liu Qiankun was angry for a while, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry: He finally waited for the opportunity to see the big scene, but unexpectedly he was dragged here by you and drank a lot of water. It seems that he will find a way to make a lot of money from those people tomorrow.
The beast generals need to dig some benefits out of their hands!
His eyes rolled around twice, and finally landed on the Dao banner floating slightly in the mountain wind on the door curtain. An idea suddenly came to his mind, and a curved arc formed at the corner of his mouth. He smiled, very brightly, even
Yu is somewhat obscene.
Just when Liu Qiankun was looking forward to his big fortune, he unexpectedly discovered that Qiong Hong was also smiling, with two slightly narrowed eyes exposed under the golden mask.
"Friends, since we're here, why bother hiding our heads and tail? Why don't you come over and have a few glasses of water and wine together?" The sound of the sky was like a bell.
Liu Qiankun's heart skipped a beat: Is it possible that someone has sneaked into the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain without knowing it? It's not a fool's errand to avoid the eyes and ears of the beasts. It seems that I haven't completely missed this 'big fun'!
Thinking of this, I felt a burst of joy in my heart.
Sure enough, four figures flashed out from behind a huge weathered rock not far away. The four figures were dressed as ordinary sergeants. Their dark armor was dim under the night cover. Their lowered heads made it impossible to see their faces clearly.
It's like four human-shaped rocks appeared out of thin air on the opposite side.
The four of them stood silently, not saying a word, not even bothering to raise their heads. Just when Liu Qiankun was so depressed that he wanted to curse, a cold and domineering aura rushed towards him like a real substance, suppressing Liu Qiankun.
The breath is stagnant, so depressing, like a huge stone pressing on the chest, making people unable to breathe.
The dome of the sky moved, and golden light flashed as he stood proudly in front of Liu Qiankun, using his body to block the surging force, and sneered: "I didn't expect that there are stupid people like you who are nostalgic for the mortal world in the world. Could it be that you want to come to my Ten Thousand Beast Forest to run wild?"
What?"
The high-raised head declares the arrogance of his dragon clan, and the golden dragon armor emits thousands of golden lights, which are as dazzling as Venus in the dark night.
"Golden dragon?" A man in black armor finally raised his head and asked. His voice was as cold as ice, without any emotion.
Qionghong didn't answer. He stood with his hands behind his hands. A monstrous momentum surged out like a wave. In an instant, he swept away the haze emitted by the four men in black armor. Liu Qiankun behind him felt energetic.
Feeling refreshed, he flicked his palm and held the Qingming Sword in his hand.
The leading man in black armor said: "What a powerful dragon spirit. The four generals of Tianxing came here just to ask for a few drops of dragon blood. They have no intention of becoming enemies with fellow Taoists."
Although his tone was much softer, to Qiong Hong's ears it was tantamount to a violent provocation. Liu Qiankun behind him had already jumped out with a cry, pointed the long sword in his hand and said: "Hmph! You four are like zombies.
If that guy wants to hurt my eldest brother, he has to step over my body!"
He spoke impassionedly, and the rusty long sword in his hand was dull. If you didn't look carefully, you would have thought he was making gestures with a fire stick, but in Qionghong's ears, he felt a surge of emotion in his chest, and secretly said: "Yes"
If my brother is like this, what regrets will there be in this life?
The four armored soldiers are the divine generals who have been worshiped as gods by the kings of the Tianxing Empire for generations. These four people were brothers. They owed a great debt to the king of Tianxing thousands of years ago and swore to protect the Tianxing Empire.
The country will never rise, and few people except the current king know the existence of these four people. Only King Tianxing can invite the four people to come out.
The four divine generals did not take Liu Qiankun to heart at all, and slowly drew a weapon from their backs. Their movements were very slow, but everyone could feel an invisible pressure in their movements.
"My dear brother, please be patient. I'm waiting for you to learn from these four Taoist friends!" Qiong Hong patted Liu Qiankun on the shoulder and took a few steps forward.
Four seemingly ordinary short knives, simple and heavy, with no luster or edge, lay flat in the hands of the four people, integrated into one piece.
Qionghong stood proudly with his arms folded on his chest, the extremely windy golden cloak fluttering behind him, and the corners of his mouth raised a slightly curved arc.
Liu Qiankun took a few steps back knowingly, and secretly held a few dark pebbles in his palms. He had already made up his mind: as soon as he found that something was wrong, he would immediately use these stones dug from the Yin and Yang Spring to greet these four weird people.
Guy.
The man in black armor said calmly: "Are you really unwilling to give up a few drops of dragon blood?"
Qionghong raised his claws and said: "If you want to fight, then fight, no need to talk more."
The three men in black armor moved, raised the daggers in their hands, and finally raised their heads. Liu Qiankun saw clearly that the four of them looked exactly the same, even the soybean-sized moles between their eyebrows were exactly the same.
The appearance is very ordinary, with a typical middle-aged face, a Chinese character face, a beard, and a very indifferent look in his eyes, as if he is not facing a fight now. He looks like four vegetable farmers who go to the fields with hoes on their backs. Years of farming have made them tired.
They seemed completely numb.
Four black-armored men from four directions surrounded Qionghong, but no one paid attention to Liu Qiankun who was standing aside. Unfortunately, he was simply ignored.
Qionghong said with a smile: "Don't dirty my brother's place." After saying that, his feet lifted off the ground, turning into a golden rainbow and rising to a height of 100 feet in the blink of an eye.
The four gods looked at each other, and then stepped forward, drawing four afterimages in mid-air. Xiaoyao was in front, and only Liu Qiankun was left staring at the ground, with his head raised and staring at everything happening in the sky.
There was nothing fancy about the fight between Qionghong and the four divine generals, and no magic weapon was used. It was very simple. A pair of dragon claws faced four short knives. It was so slow that even Liu Qiankun on the ground could see it clearly.
It's even a bit like the slow motion on TV in the past, where one claw passes, the short knife blocks it, and the others slash with their knives. This is no peak showdown. It's just like a street gangster grabbing a watermelon knife to chop someone.
But the people who were chopped seemed to be tougher than these little gangsters.
Liu Qiankun craned his neck to watch from below. The battle in mid-air was still so boring. Except for the thunderous explosion when the dragon's claw collided with the dagger, there were some brilliant sparks blooming like stars in the night sky.
Fireworks blooming in.
"Is it so boring for these so-called strong men who have lived for tens of thousands of years to fight?" Liu Qiankun said to himself depressedly.
How could he have known that this series of subtle dews was a precursor to the coming storm.